I am working up to the photography of humans, I swear, I think…
I’m just not drawn to image them.
Well, not many, in any case.
The ones I AM drawn to, come out talking and sharing, like the landscapes and nature images.
What DOES that say anyway, if plants or trees, or stones talk more than the flat two dimensional people along the way?
I don’t photograph animals either. I like the special images of them. Not the ones one must pretend are special because they are of someone’s beloved pet and are thus special by default. The really interesting ones with light and shadow and, well…talking!
I have been getting some very nice feline images. I thought they were a fluke, until lately. With animals, I’m finding that I need to create a thought, an idea, and a setting before I get the shot. If I attempt candid shots that look like portraits, I have to take a LOT of images! I have been contrasting the images that I like and that I dislike with pet images of other folk and then of some more known photographers. I’m developing my idea or taste of what I think makes such an image contain character and feel attracting.
This is Woody. He is two. He has unlearned his manners. That is another story for another time. I thought I would get a nice portrait of his alert face. (waits while some of you laugh, blink, or raise your eyebrows at the ridiculous owner of a sedate cat)
He, at present, doesn’t really get the stimulation required, and he is two. He LOVES it when I show up, as I have become the woman with the tennis ball. If I forget to come for a day he jumps up on me. His nose then reaches my forehead. He used to follow silent hand signals. Did I mention that he has lost his manners?
I almost got one from the perspective that I wanted, as he paused his galloping to
devour lick inhale taste investigate his ball. Had I not set out to get a shot of his warm brown eyes gazing at me from a sitting position, doing that thing he does when he wished to know what I have done with his beloved tennis ball, I would not have thought any of my first attempts at canine photography as an epic fail–my daughters in college use that phrase.
This last one has me think of the Zen of Ball
The black and whites weren’t too shabby either. I think, not so bad on my first try, expectations not expunged.